Ah yes. The pinnacle of privilege. I suspect that people in that position, if questioned, would swear that they've earned their place in life and really don't have to pay attention to other people.

I won't ride in any bike lane on a really busy, high-speed boulevard, but then I have the choice of one of the parallel streets in Portland's grid pattern. It's prosaic, but it's sure useful--and a real boon to the perpetually disoriented, like me.